It had been four days since Caron and Utula crossed the border.0

"...Is this even a real territory?" Caron wondered incredulously.0

"Of course it is!" Utula replied proudly. "This is the Zion Kingdom! A land of humans!"0

"That's not what I meant!" Caron snapped.0

"Hmm, is it not?" Utula mused, unfazed.0

So far, they had won twelve out of twelve encounters, all against so-called bandits who had attempted to ambush them. Caron sighed as he glanced at the latest bandit, who was lying unconscious and foaming at the mouth before him. These weren't ordinary bandits. The men brandished nothing but makeshift farm tools. If they were actual bandits, Caron would've had no qualms about taking their heads, but these people weren't true bandits.0

"Why are people who've probably never held a weapon trying to rob travelers?" Caron muttered.0

He grabbed the collar of the unconscious bandit and woke him up with a quick, forceful slap infused with mana. The man jolted awake, trembling and crying out, "P-please, spare me!"0

Caron had lost count of how many times he'd heard pleas like this. Men who'd likely never harmed a soul trembled and charged him, only to beg for their lives after a few hits.0

"We… We weren't...0